I knew just what he meant. “I used to try to, but they always seemed like figures in tapestry, not human men and women. It’s so far back. But it must mean something to you that one of your ancestors built the tower. It’s a pity the de Godys name died out.” “I’d call my eldest son ‘Etienne de Godys Cotton,’ if I thought he could get by with it in England — would you say he could? It’d certainly slay any American child.” I said I feared it would slay any child in any country.
